A Secret Of The Soul

by Tim   May 3, 2006


What has life meant to me?
Since the tender age of three.
A twisted trail of sin and lust,
From all the people we're taught to Trust.
A secret kept through pain and tears,
The abuse went on for years and years.And when I close my eyes to sleep,
I hear the child within me weep.
I feel his pain, I know his fears.
For he's been with me, for all these years.

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